Dear Kitty,
             huh. Dan's getting into Norwich at ten to one tomorrow, but he won't get to mine until seven.
             I mean, I shouldn't be annoyed. I knew he was going for lunch with Craig - he said he was - but I figured he'd get to mine at around four, at the latest. And the most irritating thing is that I just know he'll be drunk when he does arrive. I don't want him to arrive at mine drunk and smelling of cigarettes and slightly headache-y. I've been desperate to see him since he left last Tuesday and - ugh. I am just really angry right now, Kitty, and I know that I don't even have a reason to be. Right now, I just don't know how much I want to see him. I think I'd rather he just stayed in Norwich tomorrow night. Nick's coming on Saturday night, which I am sort of looking forward to - but I think that, right now, I'd just rather be at home with just William, keeping ourselves to ourselves and sometimes giggling but mostly, I could just be alone. I don't want to be around other people right now, except for my family. I wish Mum weren't going tomorrow, and I wish Daddy and Cecily were home.
I know I'm just being premenstrual, but I am pissed off and something - I don't know what - is making me cry.
Yours,
     Frano